I said heart of mine
To go with this air
And get happy sign
In my life to care
It said to me fine
And came with tear
It mistook my line
And did me an unfair
I told it lets refine
And made it my pair
It’s a painful wine
I had with full aware
I drank it with dine
As though it’s a fare
Slowly I felt it’s divine
Then my real prayer
I started to feel shine
In my painful flare
It’s like on cloud nine
My pain is bliss I swear
All worlds joy combine
Is small if I compare
With my hearts decline
In hurry it did a best affair
Kranthi Pothineni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-61/
